Emiya Vs Archer Novels & Stories

When Mayhem saw that he failed to intimidate Archer, he moved back to the opposite side of the room, resigning to glare at Archer from the distance. Then, the announcer walked up to Archer and asked for his name. "Diviner." The announcer went back to the middle of the ring. "The last match for today would be between our Champion, Mayhem and the brave Diviner!" The crowd erupted in more cheers and the announcer stepped out of the ring as the bell was rung. Like before, Mayhem rushed at Archer first but Archer saw his intention before he moved, and stepped out of the way. But to Archer's surprise, Mayhem halted immediately. He had passed his target and turned quickly, throwing a rapid blow to

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

The words that she throws through a question that is immediately answered by the words. “Never will be the first, as I have no soul to claim the second. I could probably be later, but we know I am the last one you seek.” Emie’s giggle echoes in her chamber and private room. She immediately opens the curtains to let the bright light in. Cast away the dimly lighted ambiance that once was and showed the pleasantry of a sophisticated lady, hunter, bodyguard, and assassin that serves the family of Gomez. She smiles and said. “Of course. You may come in.”

When she stepped on the earth under her, it stretched and crumbled like stone, giving her the impression that she was about to fall. A sword is currently poking her side, and a muscular hand clutches her arm, dragging her to the floor. Ema nearly collapsed, panting heavily, as her gaze met Mara's furious expression."I've got you." Instead of hiding Ema and maintaining his attention, the archer kept her on her feet. "Thanks," Ema responded with a shakier tone than before. He closed his eyes briefly to take a deep breath before speaking. "Right. Let us keep traveling."

The apparition did not last, it was gone immediately as the light of the lightning went away. Perfect. Ejima’s lips parted as she tightened her grip on her sling. Everything slowed. She watched the flaming arrow, which was rising to heaven. But she did not wait for it this time. Taking her stance, she swung her sling with a force that almost pulled out her hands from her shoulders, releasing and directing the stones towards the direction of the flaming arrow. Someone let out a loud yell from the dark and as Ejima watched, the arrow bearing the fire dropped to the floor and went off.

His hands were at my throat, fingers digging in. I gasped, straining, slamming my elbow into his ribs, clawing at his grip. “Michael!” Emilio shouted. His gun was out, raised, but I saw his hesitation. Archer was pressed against me, twisting, moving too fast. A single bullet risked tearing through both of us. “Shoot him!” I snarled, my voice strangled. “I can’t! I’ll hit you!” Archer’s grin widened, teeth bared like a mad dog.

And I can see Archer fuming with anger when I'm purposely brush my hand in her wife arms. I stole a wink for Emma. And she glared at me. Then they start to examine me. I almost laugh of Archer reaction when his wife examine my chest. His almost pope out. My god why can't he accept that he likes her wife. Emma and Belle ( Archer wife) busy doing something like putting some stuff here and there. While writing into their pads and nodding their heads to each other like their communicating. After a minutes they already done. They bid goodbye. Archer walked closer to me and like wanted to murder me. I think I know the reason. I smiled innocently at him.

"Emilia, please give us the chance to witness the skills of a former national team member." Encouraged by everyone, Emilia picked up the archery equipment she was so familiar with. Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Emilia stood tall, her shoulders squared, maintaining a composed demeanor as she drew the bowstring. With a swift whoosh, the arrow she released hit the center of the target with a perfect half-arc. The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. While everyone praised Emilia, Lana remained impassive and seemingly disinterested.

“ I'd better get going. See you soon.” *** Emiliar charged into the thick of soldiers packed shoulder to shoulder, swinging her war hammer and blocking it sideways to block blows, using every ounce of skills, every ounce of training she has ever received. Representing Katrienair in a war is the most exhausting she had ever done. She was practically fighting ten men at once, like everyone there wanted to fight the Almighty army head. She was extremely exhausted but would not give up. Giving up isn't a wise decision anyway cause that would be put everyone in trouble. She fought with all she had, swinging, wheeling, leaping, kicking, elbowing, even head butting. She received many blows, punches